Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

"Holding an annual party?"

Lei Hu held the phone, his voice booming, his bald head reflecting light under the overhead lamp.

He subconsciously picked at the tight collar of his white shirt with his stubby fingers.

"Brother Su! This is fantastic news! I'll contact Heaven on Earth right now! We'll book the whole place! We'll have all the girls wear red cheongsams to liven things up for us brothers!"

On the other end of the phone, Su Ye sat in his executive chair.

The goji berry water in the thermos sloshed around, creating a fine ripple.

He rubbed his temples, trying to suppress his anger.

"Heaven on Earth? That's a brothel. Are you tired of being the security chief?"

Su Ye's voice turned cold, carrying a chilling undertone.

"Find the largest five-star hotel in Longhai City. The InterContinental Hotel. Book the entire hotel."

"Tell them the food must be top-notch, and no vulgar performances allowed. This is a legitimate corporate annual meeting, not a bandit's loot division!"

"Beep beep beep..."

The phone hangs up.

Lei Hu stared at the landline for a long time.

InterContinental Hotel?

That place must cost several thousand a night! Are you having your company's annual meeting there? What should I wear?

……

at the same time.

The office of Captain Gu in the Criminal Investigation Division of the Municipal Public Security Bureau.

The ashtray on the table was crammed with twisted red plum cigarette butts.

The room was filled with smoke, which made people's eyes sting.

Captain Gu removed the bandage from his head, leaving a long, dark red scar.

He stared intently at the viral video of rights activists from all over the world on his computer screen, his eyes bloodshot from exhaustion.

"Bang."

Li Jianguo pushed the door open and came in.

The old man had his hands behind his back, clutching a thermos with peeling paint.

He walked to his desk and glanced at the screen.

"The provincial department leaders have also seen this video."

Li Jianguo's voice was deep as he pulled out a folding chair and sat down, the chair creaking loudly.

"Su Ye's approach to legal education is more effective than that of our colleagues in the legal education office."

He clenched his back teeth, and his lips twitched twice.

"The court has ruled on Li Ehai's case. That piece of land was used to offset 35 million in compensation. Now that land has been legally transferred to Sihai Logistics."

Captain Gu slammed his fist on the table, sending the mouse flying a long way.

"Chief! This is an utter disgrace!"

He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently.

"Su Ye is clearly using the guise of protecting his rights to legally seize territory! He's using our laws as a weapon!"

"What can you do? Arrest him?"

Li Jianguo sneered, opened his thermos, and took a sip of cold tea.

"They have everything they need, including the contract, evidence, and the court ruling. Lin Dai's team at Nanshan Pizza Hut has a better grasp of the law than you or I do."

He pointed to a close-up of Lei Hu holding a DV camera on the screen.

"Look at this video. The entire incident was conducted in a civilized manner; even Li Ehai's profanity was blurred out. How are we supposed to arrest him?"

Captain Gu slumped back into his chair, dejected.

He scratched his hair in frustration.

"Are we just going to stand by and watch these people from the Sihai Group, disguised as sheep, run rampant right under our noses?"

He swallowed hard.

"It's all over the underworld now. People are saying it's better to offend the police than to mess with Sihai. If the police arrest you, you can only get a few years in prison, but if you mess with Sihai, their Ministry of Justice can make you lose everything."

"The deterrent effect of this organized crime is more effective than that of our municipal police station."

Li Jianguo remained silent.

He stared at the gloomy sky outside the window.

Su Ye played this game too steadily.

It was so stable that no one could find a single flaw.

"Keep a close eye on them."

Li Jianguo stood up and tucked the thermos under his arm.

"Sihai is about to hold its first anniversary party. I heard they're going to make a big splash at the InterContinental Hotel."

His eyes turned cold.

"I don't believe it. What good can a few thousand thugs possibly say when they're all drunk? Have Zhou Ming take two groups and stand by outside the hotel. If they dare cause trouble, arrest them immediately!"

……

Two days later.

Office of the General Manager of InterContinental Hotel, Longhai City.

Manager Wang, dressed in a suit and tie, was constantly wiping the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief.

A towering man stood before him.

Lei Hu wore a custom-made black suit today.

Although it still couldn't hide his bulky body, at least he managed to conceal the large gold chain under his shirt collar.

He casually sat down on the leather sofa, and the cushions instantly dented in a large slab.

"Manager Wang, right?"

Lei Hu slapped the coffee table, making a crisp "thud".

"Our Brother Su has spoken. This weekend, we're booking the largest banquet hall in your hotel."

He held up two thick fingers.

"Two thousand people. The food must be top-of-the-line, and Moutai will be served by the case. Money is not an issue."

Manager Wang swallowed hard, his calves spinning.

How could he not recognize this former Double Flower Red Stick, a well-known figure in Longhai City?

"Mr. Lei...two thousand people? This...this banquet hall is large enough, but..."

He stammered, his voice filled with panic.

If two thousand gangsters get drunk and smash up his five-star hotel, how will he pay for it?

"Afraid we'll cause trouble?"

Lei Hu saw through his thoughts at a glance and gave a disdainful sneer.

He pulled a thick red folder from his pocket and slapped it directly into Manager Wang's arms.

"Look carefully. This is our Sihai Group's 'Employee Annual Meeting Code of Conduct'."

Lei Hu stood up, approached Manager Wang, and looked down at him.

"Article 1: Loud noises are strictly prohibited. Article 2: Public intoxication and disorderly conduct are strictly prohibited. Article 3: Double compensation will be paid for any damage to public property."

He pointed to the document with his finger.

"Anyone who violates the rules will be dismissed on the spot and handed over to the Ministry of Justice for processing."

Lei Hu straightened the hem of his suit jacket.

"Our security department has 300 brothers. We didn't drink that day, and we patrolled the whole time. Anyone who dared to cause trouble, I'll personally throw him into the Huangpu River to feed the fish."

He patted Manager Wang's stiff shoulder.

"Don't worry. Just prepare the food."

After saying that, Lei Hu strode out of the office.

Manager Wang was left alone, holding the code of conduct that looked like an official document.

Messy in the wind.

These days, are the annual meetings of organized crime groups more strictly regulated than those of government agencies?

It's a weekend, 6 PM.

Luxury cars were gathered in the plaza in front of the InterContinental Hotel.

But what's more common are buses painted green with "Sihai Jisuda" logo.

The car door opened.

Men dressed in black suits and red ties stepped off the bus in an orderly line.

There was no commotion, no pushing or shoving.

Each of them had a solemn expression, as if they were going to attend some important meeting.

There are two security gates at the entrance.

Lei Hu personally led his men to guard the entrance.

"Hey, you idiot, that nail clipper is confiscated! Brother Su said it's strictly forbidden to bring any controlled knives into the venue!"

"Kim Jong-un! Take off that big gold watch! What's with all the showing off? We're a legitimate company; we need to keep a low profile!"

Two thousand people were able to enter the venue in an orderly manner within half an hour.

The entire staff of the InterContinental Hotel were dumbfounded.

These people sat ramrod straight, their backs as straight as steel plates.

Even the sound of cracking sunflower seeds was suppressed as much as possible, for fear of violating some kind of code of conduct.

The banquet hall was brightly lit.

on the main table.

Su Ye held his thermos cup, looking down at the sea of ​​heads below.

He nodded in satisfaction.

He turned to look at Shen Qinghan sitting next to him.

"Secretary Shen."

Su Ye pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, a smile playing on his lips.

"How are the preparations for the show going?"

Shen Qinghan wore a black evening gown, looking both aloof and capable.

She felt a pang of unease looking down at the group of suit-clad thugs who were trying so hard to appear civilized.

"President Su, everything is ready."

She opened the flowchart.

"The first performance is a large chorus by crows."

"it is good."

Su Ye put down his thermos. "Let's begin."

As a burst of rousing music began.

The red curtain on the stage slowly opened.

The crow was dressed in a white tailcoat, and its hair was combed slicked back.

The scar on her face was half-covered by thick foundation.

He walked to the center of the stage, holding a golden microphone.

Behind him stood fifty of his former colleagues from the debt collection department and the live-streaming room.

He was wearing a white shirt and had his hands in front of his chest.

The music prelude has ended.

The crow took a deep breath, closed its eyes, and a look of extreme sorrow and emotion appeared on its face.

"A grateful heart—"

He strained his voice, speaking with a heavy local accent, and sang the first line with all his might.

The fifty henchmen below raised their hands in unison.

They started using sign language.

The movements were powerful and vigorous, like those of a military boxer.

"Thank you for being there—"

The crows' cries almost brought tears to my eyes.

Shen Qinghan sat in the audience, and the pen in her hand fell to the table with a clatter.

She stared wide-eyed at the group of thugs on the stage who had once chased people down with knives.

Now, wearing a white shirt, she is singing "A Grateful Heart" with tears streaming down her face.

This scene.

This is so damn surreal.

She felt that her values ​​had once again been crushed to dust by these thugs in suits.